I was in search of ice today, but it wasn’t as exciting and I was hoping it would be. So I drove back off the harbor and found a whole flock of birds hanging out by these naked trees. They were so fascinating and, if you ask me, they probably didn’t realize it was that cold out.
Today I spent some of my bonus money on a superficial upgrade. About six people are interested in this upgrade. Two of whom have passed away. None of them are me.
I don’t feel like myself in a suit. Or long sleeve shirts. Or thongs. I feel comfortable in comfortable clothes. I like laying on the floor without having to worry about crushed baby Cheerios or dog pee.
I am a good boy. And good boys obey.
For my fun-day Friday challenge I decided to take a fish of our silent (but deadly) goldfish Ollie. He silently watches us eat, get ready in the morning and is fascinated by our nine-month old in the only way a fish can be.
The snow continues to fall. Tonight I went out for a local view of the weather and noticed our storm door was frozen in some parts, water in some and clear in some. The hundred-year-old door is doing its job, but the new metal one isn’t.
We take a moment to pause after taking our nine-month old to the doctor for a bump on her head. The three of us played with this, not only as a distraction but because we were having fun.
Snow removal is essential. And this man takes it seriously even in sub-freezing temps. As the weather dips even lower, I am grateful for his service today.
I am a venti non-fat, no-water, one-shot Chai tea latte kinda guy. And I am always on the search for something new. And that’s this delicious drink: Taste Cafe’s Spanish Latte, which is a regular latte but sweetened with sweetened condensed milk.
The first big snow of 2015 blankets out backyard and makes the disused furniture seem out of place.
There are many things that go with a cloudy day: hot cocoa, hats and cigarettes. Walking down the street this woman enjoyed a puff, managing to keep her cigarette lit.
I was pretty shocked walking by a bus shelter with a couple bags of perfectly good food sitting there. Had they fallen out of the bag? Forgotten by someone?
These were sitting here — not staged, moved or altered.
Who would do that?